Shiraishi served again, and after serving, Shiraishi still chose to hit the net.
"You really don't want to give up, Shiraishi!"
An Shijin chuckled, and the racket once again touched the surface of the rebounding tennis ball.
After a crisp whistle, the lob from the baseline flew out again.
Without any hesitation, Shiraishi flew in and smashed again. The failure of the previous ball seemed to have no impact on him at all.
Shrinkage method.
An Shijin, who appeared behind the tennis ball like a ghost, caused a burst of exclamation from the audience.
Bang!
Another casual draw, Shiraishi's tyrannical force pouring into the smash seemed to have no effect on An Shijin at all.
After this period of continuous hard work and the blessing of emotional points, An Shijin's strength has exceeded 4 points.
This is already a very strong level at the national level. Coupled with Anshijin's grasp of the best hitting points, he seems to be able to handle some power shots with ease.
"Caught up!"
Kenzu Ken in the stands also looked excitedly at the court, where Shiraishi's figure was getting closer to the tennis ball.
Bang!
Shiraishi took a step forward and turned around with a gorgeous back strike to return the ball.
However, what awaited him was An Shijin's volley in front of the net.
Boom!
"Game, An Shijin, 30:0."
...
Bang!
Bang!
"Game, An Shijin, 40:0."
...
Bang!
Bang!
"This game was scored by Higa Junior High School Jin Anshi, and the score was 1:0."
...
"Shiraishi... was broken!"
Kenzu Ninzu's eyes were full of solemnity, he knew Shiraishi's strength very well.
"Really, these are scary newcomers who came out of nowhere."
Ping Zhanzhi also put away his usual laughter, Shiraishi really met his opponent this time.
Higa Junior High School is truly worthy of being the new overlord of the Kyushu region, and he is indeed quite capable.
"This is really nerve-wracking."
Osamu Watanabe leaned on his chair and scratched his head.
He didn't expect that there would be someone with a more perfect foundation than Shiraishi.
Regardless of skill, speed, strength or experience, the opponent must be above Shiraishi.
What a monster.
...
There was a transition between attack and reception, and it was Amuro's turn to serve.
Although first-year Shiraishi is not bad at strength, Amuro is still ahead of them after all.
The current white stone is still a rough embryo, and Osamu Watanabe, the blacksmith, has just begun to forge the white stone.
It takes a hundred times to make steel, but it will take some time to make white stone.
But before that, An Shijin didn't mind letting Shiraishi take a look at the scenery ahead.
Whoosh!
An Shijin raised his wrist and threw the tennis ball in his hand.
Immediately, his figure also soared into the sky.
"big Bang!"
The huge sound coming from mid-air made Shiraishi's heart tighten.
He knew that the power of this ball was probably extraordinary.
The golden light on the small ball that broke through the air became more and more intense, and a terrifying momentum rushed toward the face.
Pa da~~
The racket in Shiraishi's hand was directly knocked out of his hand by the huge impact of the ball.
"Game, An Shijin, 15:0."
...
"How is this possible!"
Kenzu Ken also gasped, how could Shiraishi have the racket in his hand knocked away with just one blow?
"I'm afraid the power of this ball will not be worse than my 108-style wave ball!"
Ishida Gin clasped his hands together, and with his eyes wide open, he looked like an angry King Kong.
Gin Ishida was also shocked by Jin Amuro's big explosion. He never thought that there was someone in junior high school who could serve stronger than him.
Sure enough, he still needs to continue practicing.
Shiraishi picked up his racket on the court. His left hand is still numb to this day.
Shiraishi, who was crouching in the backcourt, was waiting attentively. The power of An Shijin's explosion exceeded his imagination.
But he won't give up either.
"big Bang!"
Bang!
"Game, An Shijin, 30:0."
...
"big Bang!"
Bang!
"Game, An Shijin, 40; 0."
...
"big Bang!"
The air waves were rolling in the air, and the golden light became more and more dazzling.
The terrifying power of the big explosion swept all the surrounding air to the bottom, and the sharp and ear-piercing sound of breaking through the air made people's scalp numb.
Even though his racket was knocked away by An Shijin again and again, Shiraishi still didn't give up his intention to fight back.
His spirit is also top notch.
However, it backfired as the racket in Shiraishi's hand was still knocked away by the ball.
"This game was scored by Higa Junior High School Jin Anshi, and the score was 2:0."
The referee raised his right hand to signal.
"The gap is too big!"
Renzu sighed quietly in the stands, and he remembered the scene when he faced Kute again.
He was also as helpless as Shiraishi now.
Atobu stroked his eye sockets, taking a peek to see the whole picture.
The strength that An Shijin displayed in just two games made Atobe deeply aware of his own weakness.
evolution.
Atobe understands that he still needs stronger evolution.
...
Bang!
Bang!
"This game was scored by Higa Junior High School Jin Anshi, and the score was 3:0."
...
Bang!
Bang!
"This game was scored by Higa Junior High School Jin Anshi, and the score was 4:0."
...
Two more rounds passed in the blink of an eye, and for Shiraishi, the situation still did not improve at all.
No matter where he hit the ball, no matter what path he hit, there was nothing he could do about Amuro.
However, Amuro's big explosion caused Shiraishi to suffer a lot.
Shiraishi's right hand rested on his bandaged left hand, and that touch made Shiraishi's heart calm down immediately.
Shiraishi turned to look at Osamu Watanabe, who simply shook his head.
Compared to Shiraishi's future, the outcome of this game is not important at all.
Osamu Watanabe will never allow Shiraishi to give up his future for this game.
What's more, Osamu Watanabe sees it clearly.
The other party didn't try their best at all.
Even if Shiraishi takes off the golden wristband, he will not be An Shijin's opponent.
Baishi reluctantly let go of his right hand, he was just acting out of impulse.
As a young genius who became famous in the Kansai region, Shiraishi naturally has his own pride in his heart.
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For a while, Yuliang made Baishi somewhat uncomfortable.
The secret communication between Shiraishi and Osamu Watanabe was seen by An Shijin. He was the only person present besides Shiraishi and Osamu Watanabe who knew what was hidden under Shiraishi's bandage.
First-year Shiraishi can no longer interest An Shijin. At this moment, Shiraishi has not fully understood what his tennis is.
Only when the Bible opens a new chapter will it shine with its most dazzling brilliance.
Bang!
Shiraishi served again, even if there was no hope of winning, he would insist on finishing the game.
A few minutes later.
"big Bang!"
As An Shijin jumped up again and hit the terrifying light ball with a big explosion, the game came to a complete end.
"At the end of the game, Higa Junior High School Jin Anshi won, with a score of 6:0."
As soon as the referee's voice fell, there was a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
"Oh oh oh!"
"Higa! Higa!"
Naturally, the members of Higa Junior High School cheered excitedly after seeing their president showing off his power and easily crushing his opponents.
Invincible.
This is the image of Anshijin in the hearts of everyone in Higa country.
"Thanks for the advice."
Baishi smiled bitterly and shook hands with An Shijin.
This was the first time that he was beaten so hard that he was unable to fight back.
"Work hard, Shiraishi."
An Shijin chuckled and glanced at Bai Shi's left hand. The bandage was already somewhat loose.
There seemed to be a trace of golden light shining through in the sunlight.
Shiraishi covered his left hand in surprise. He always felt that the secret between himself and Osamu Watanabe was being glimpsed by An Shijin.
"Xiao Baishi, don't think too much. What you need now is to settle down."
Osamu Watanabe looked at Shiraishi in front of him.
"I see."
Shiraishi nodded, he was not someone who couldn't afford to lose.
What's more, he was already content to compete with a master like An Shijin.
...
"Sorry, I lost."
When Shiraishi returned to the team, he was full of apologies. In such a cruel format of the national competition, he lost such a crucial three singles matches, which made Shiraishi feel ashamed to face his seniors and partners.
"Oh, there's no need to be so sad, Shiraishi-chan. Losing a game is no big deal."
Yuan Zhe also patted Bai Shi on the shoulder. The last thing he could see was someone else showing such an expression.
"That's right, Xiao Baishi, you must have forgotten the purpose of our Tentenbao Temple Tennis Club."
Ping Zenyuki also joined in comforting Shiraishi.
Shiraishi is the pillar of Shitenhoji Temple in the future, and there is no room for any mistakes.
"The funnyman is king, Xiao Baishi."
Yuan Zhe also rubbed Shiraishi's head and smiled.
Under the comfort of the two seniors, Shiraishi quickly showed a smile. The first-year Shiraishi is still so innocent.
...
Soon the doubles match began.
The players on Higa Junior High School's side made Osamu Watanabe understand that his plan might be in vain.
As expected, the opponent changed the most ace doubles combination to doubles two, which coincided with his own.
"Hwamura Aoi..."
Osamu Watanabe wrote down the name. This woman was not simple.
The strength of the doubles team in Tiantianbao Temple was not strong in the first year, otherwise they would not have fallen in front of Mu Zhiteng.
Even the third-year ace doubles team of Tentenhoji finally lost to the combination of Akai and Kai.
After all, national-level Akai is enough to control the entire field.
"It's really nerve-wracking. It seems I have to find a way to make up for the weakness of doubles."
Osamu Watanabe was a little troubled because the financial resources of Shitenhoji Temple were still too weak.
The gap between doubles and other nationally strong schools is too obvious.
He already understood this during the Kansai Tournament.
Osamu Watanabe turned his attention to the group of young people behind him. It seemed that he had to select a few good young talents from the first grade and start training them.
In the opinion of Osamu Watanabe, the only candidates among the first-year students who are most promising to take on the important task of doubles at Tentenhoji Temple are Koharu Koharu and Yuji Ichiji.
It just so happens that he has a top-secret doubles training manual. As long as he is given time, he believes that he will be able to train an excellent doubles combination to share Shiraishi's pressure.
...
"The third round of this national competition is about to begin. The Okinawa representative Higa Junior High School will play against the Osaka representative Shitenhoji No. 2 singles match."
"Yu Higa Junior High School Kite Eishiro vs. Shitenhoji Taira Zenyuki."
"Please prepare both players."
Soon the sound of the start of the singles match came over the radio.
The bustle at the scene suddenly became much quieter.
"You must work hard! President!"
Ren Zuqian also clenched his fists, now Ping Shanzhi could be the hope of their Shitenhoji Temple.
Once they lose the singles match, it's game over.
"You idiot, don't put pressure on me. I will say it nervously."
The iron fist of peaceful love gave Kenzu Kenya a hard blow on the head.
"It hurts so much!"
Renzuqian also covered his head and burst into tears. Naturally, Renzu was the favorite venting bag of the seniors at Shitenbao Temple.
"Be careful, this person is not an ordinary first grader."
Osamu Watanabe, with his legs crossed, looked at Ping Shan Zhidao in front of him.
"Don't worry, Ash, I will definitely win."
Zenzhi Ping seemed to have taken off his mask, and his words made Osamu Watanabe raise his head in surprise.
After seeing the determination in Pingshan's eyes, Osamu Watanabe smiled and shook his head.
It is said that the funnyman is king, but in the end it is not that the winner is king.
No one wants to fail.
...
On the field, Ping Shanzhi and Mu Shu looked at each other.
Ping Shanzhi looked at his opponent and was stunned for a moment.
Ping Shanzhi couldn't see a single ripple in the eyes of this newcomer from the Kyushu region.
The other party's eyes were very calm, as if he were looking at a dying person.
Ping Shan couldn't help but shudder, and then his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
He understood that he was at a disadvantage in the confrontation of momentum just now.
There was no intention of small talk between the two sides, and the game started directly.
"The match started and the winner was determined by one set, Higa Junior High School wooden player Eishiro's serve."
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Ping Shanzhi stared straight ahead, knowing that the opponent in front of him could not be judged by his age.
But he is not a vegetarian either.
This year is already the last year that he will stay at Tiantianbao Temple.
It was his honor to witness the rise of Tiantianbao Temple, so he wanted to do the last thing for Tiantianbao Temple.
The wooden hand turned sideways and lowered his head to gently pat the tennis ball in his hand, and then a bright light flashed through his lenses.
Whoosh!
The light yellow ball was thrown straight away by the wooden hand, and the whole person took off vertically with both feet.
The exposed muscles of the wooden hand tightened instantly, and the streamlined muscle lines were full of explosive beauty.
"big Bang!"
A burst of violent air spurted out, and a beam of golden light broke through the air.
"That's the move!"
Ping Shanzhi immediately realized that this was the big explosion that An Shijin had used against Shiraishi before.
Ping Zenyuki quickly rushed towards the landing point of the ball. As soon as the ball bounced, his racket had already hit it from behind.
"Innocent."
Kai sneered after seeing Taira Zenyuki's actions, and wanted to use a half-volley to deal with Muten's big explosion?
It's simply an idiot's dream.
Sure enough, Ping Shanzhi's expression changed suddenly after a moment.
His center of gravity was destroyed by the powerful impact of the ball.
As soon as the racket flew out of his hand, Hira Zenyuki sat down on the ground.
"Game, Eishiro Kite, 15:0."
The referee's voice fell, announcing that the wooden hand's score was valid.
Ping Shanzhi got up from the ground, and then he understood the true horror of the big explosion.
It’s no wonder that Shiraishi seemed so helpless when faced with An Shijin’s explosion.
Ping Shanzhi's face darkened, that shot just now was definitely not just powerful.